Chapter 35: Victory Goes to the Strong.

*St. Louis, Missori, 1920s.*

Lilith barely had time to look away before her vision was scrambled, but even so, it had the desired effect. She stumbled back, and the man moved fast, far too fast, for Lilith to prevent. A fist slammed into her stomach, and she let out a spew of spit as she stumbled backwards, clutching herself.

“Man, it never feels right hitting a woman, even if they are a vampire,” the man said, rubbing the back of his head.

“Gah…” Lilith replied smartly. “Who…what…?”

“Ah.” The man raised his shirt, revealing a unfamiliar crest. “The name is Abrahaman Hellsing Jaeger. A Hunter of sorts, if you will.”

“A H-Hunter…?” Lilith’s forced herself to bare her teeth.

Who, or what was this human?! He was---How?! No one in a hundred years had so much as touched her, and yet, in the span of a second, he managed to close the gap so quickly!

“H-hey!” the boy yelled, stepping in between the two. Foolish. “I d-don’t know what’s going on, but ya can’t hit a dame like that!”